My iBook is still sick pending a trip to Flushing to take it to a back alley apple-bortionist to try to save it. Most of my copious at-home nights are spent with my iBook, under the fairy lights, watching trashy tv. Sometimes I’ll make sappy collages, too, or read trashy magazines. This little lap desk matches my black nighties perfectly, has a cupholder! (like I’m active or something!), and a nice, pretty, together pattern that belies the laziness of a lapdesk in the first place. Want!